She bent to place the information package into her carry all, and reaching for the long handle of her suitcase as she stepped away from the payphone. At the same time she was being swept away with a renewed sense of self-assurance, Vivian suddenly collided with a solid object—the hard wall being the chest to a very tall man. Stunned, her gaze travelled the distance from his brown loafers, to his casual beige khakis, and untucked cotton shirt with rolled cuffs to the elbows. Continuing her scrutiny, she eyed the open collar, which revealed a tanned neck leading to a beautiful smile. Her gaze moved to his formed forearms that lengthened to strong hands, which she quickly realized still held her shoulders.
At five-foot eleven, Vivian typically made eye contact with most men and was not used to looking up. In heels, which she loved to wear when the opportunity struck, she would be taller than most. But this giant made her feel almost petite.
Tearing her glance from the hands on her shoulders to his ruddy cheeks, strong jaw line, and well-formed lips, she focused on eyes that resembled the wind-whipped sea, full of deep greens and greys with just a hint of blue. She had never stared into such gorgeous deep eyes and Vivian teetered on her stilettos. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“You okay?” he said, his lips very close to her face. Amusement and appreciation were evident in his gaze as it travelled over her face. Uninvited, his hands remained on her shoulders, sending warm currents down her spine as he continued to study her.
Vivian moved her lips to speak, but was lost in his cocked half-grin and mesmerizing eyes. Then he broke the spell. “Hey, you’re tall for a woman.”
Cold water dosed the sudden warmth enjoyed by his hands splayed across her narrow shoulders. “Like I’ve never heard that before.” She didn’t bother to hide the ice in her tone.
With her balance restored, she shrugged his hands from her shoulders and turned on her spiked heels to walk away. Her long legs ate up the distance as she made her way toward the car rental wicket, bemoaning the waste of such a good-looking guy. As an after thought, she chucked back over her shoulder. “Maybe I should have asked you, how’s the air up there?”
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At five-foot eleven, Vivian typically made eye contact with most men and was not used to looking up. In heels, which she loved to wear when the opportunity struck, she would be taller than most. But this giant made her feel almost petite.
Tearing her glance from the hands on her shoulders to his ruddy cheeks, strong jaw line, and well-formed lips, she focused on eyes that resembled the wind-whipped sea, full of deep greens and greys with just a hint of blue. She had never stared into such gorgeous deep eyes and Vivian teetered on her stilettos. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“You okay?” he said, his lips very close to her face. Amusement and appreciation were evident in his gaze as it travelled over her face. Uninvited, his hands remained on her shoulders, sending warm currents down her spine as he continued to study her.
Vivian moved her lips to speak, but was lost in his cocked half-grin and mesmerizing eyes. Then he broke the spell. “Hey, you’re tall for a woman.”
Cold water dosed the sudden warmth enjoyed by his hands splayed across her narrow shoulders. “Like I’ve never heard that before.” She didn’t bother to hide the ice in her tone.
With her balance restored, she shrugged his hands from her shoulders and turned on her spiked heels to walk away. Her long legs ate up the distance as she made her way toward the car rental wicket, bemoaning the waste of such a good-looking guy. As an after thought, she chucked back over her shoulder. “Maybe I should have asked you, how’s the air up there?”
http://youtu.be/P2uXzg9leQk
View more blogs on this Sexy Saturday hop:
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